Monday random–pasta and insomnia

• I am starting this just past midnight, so technically it is Monday already but it feels like Sunday.
• I am exhausted but my brain is still active, and frankly I would rather have four or five solid hours of sleep, uninterrupted, then 8 with this up/down/up/down/night wandering thing I am doing.
• My doctor might disagree.
• I lost a friend this week, and it was one of those friendships we call ”complicated’.
• Definitely a friend, but we wasted some time in silence for many months.
• So much wasted time. When will I learn?
• Living as if I have all the time in the world.

Monday Random

• There is no time like the present.
• There is no time like the present?
• Okay, it is cliché.
• But there is a reason clichés are well known.
• They are true.
• There is no time like the present!
• We don’t know how much time we have.
• We don’t know how much time our friend has.

Day trip

Stumbling through town
I catch up on all y’all
with care, to not miss the new
from each one I saw daily
a decade ago–
the coffee shop perking, and
the dress shop showing some leg
through windows, glare
from the risen sun just an hour before.
Turning your head, as
I peek through

It is okay, I can live
without the party–
did I grow up finally?
Still caring, but also carrying
post-50 blues, reds, and greens.
I smile, ending my visit.
It is okay, that you exclude me.
I like me.
The light is burning, and
the cat by the fire stirs the soup
every half hour

Weekend in bed

It does not feel like Saturday
I missed a day–
was it not just Monday? Fresh
and dew-y
Tuesday and Wednesday, and
especially Thursday
are a wash. I
do not remember Friday
at all.
Beethoven, why
are you so good to me?
Bernstein–let us spend
the rest of the weekend
together.

Monday Random

• We are planning a road trip across six states.
• Partly, it is to see family
• secondly, it is to continue my quest to see as much as I can of Rte. 66 before it is gone forever
• like sands from an hourglass
• “These are the days of our lives.”
• I remember hearing that in my childhood when my mom watched her stories on television.
• I am continuing my spring cleaning that I started circa 2019
• though I would say I am making genuine progress.
• The spare room I affectionately call ‘The Black Hole’ not only has a path to walk through now, but I know what is in most of the boxes that are left.
• The next chore is shifting the piles of boxes from west to east to uncover the closet.